Page 29 of Obsession on Repeat
Before I could move, he reached out and pulled me into him. "Tell me you don’t care," he whispered. "Look me in the eyes and say it meant nothing. Say I’m merely some guy you slept with, and this is over."
I struggled for breath, for words. My gaze dropped to his shirt, then to his hand curled around mine. "I…" My voice cracked. "I wish I could."
"Say it, and I’ll go."
I looked up at him, eyes brimming. "I’m trying to protect myself. That’s all I’ve ever known how to do."
"I know, but I’m not here to break you."
I hated how warm his arms felt around me, how in that moment I didn’t want to deny anything he requested of me. "I don’t want to need anyone."
"You don’t need me, but I’m here anyway."
"I don’t know how to do this."
"You don’t have to know. Stop pretending you don’t feel anything." His hand tightened on my back. "Say it."
"I don’t know if I’m ready to say all of it."
"You don’t have to say everything," he murmured. "Say what’s real."
"I think I’m falling in love with you."
SIX MONTHS LATER
I snuggled deeper into the sheets, content to be enveloped by the down comforter. I released a loud sigh, burying my head into my pillow, and smiled at the feeling of Sullivan’s arm circling my waist.
His soft lips skimmed the slope of my neck before pressing warmly on the spot below my ear. "Baby," he whispered, "it’s time to get up."
"No, get back in bed with me."
"As tempting as that is…" He shifted to twist me flat on my back and slid easily between my legs. "I have a meeting in an hour with my agent, and you have another interview to show up to on time."
"Where's the fun in that?"
My pout made him laugh, and he pressed a kiss against my lips before he slipped from the bed. "Get in the shower. I’ll put on some coffee."
"How about…" Sitting up, I didn’t attempt to catch the sheet as it fell to my bare waist. "You forget the coffee and join me in the shower instead?"
He groaned, rubbing a quick hand over his face. "Rory, you know as well as I do that if I join you, we’ll probably never leave the house today."
"You act like that’s a bad thing."
"Definitely not." He leaned over to place a kiss on the top of my head. "I’m going to go make coffee. I could use a cup."
I flopped back on the bed. "I might cancel my interview today."
He paused from picking up a discarded shirt from the floor. "Why? You’ve been back in the States for a month now, and you’ve only been to two interviews. Are they going that badly?"
"I wouldn’t say bad…" I toyed with the sheet. "Nothing’s clicked, that’s all." I slipped out of the bed, bending down to grab a shirt by my feet and slipped it over my head. I grinned as I caught him watching me. "Having second thoughts about that shower?"
"You’re going to be the death of me."
"Certainly not. If you died, who would be around for me to tie to the bed and have my wicked way with?"
Ignoring the news reporter on the television, I concentrated on the article documenting another random celebrity’s wild weekend. I turned the page, pausing at the picture of Sullivan and Colin, the article describing an upcoming Two of Hearts episode. It was typical, talking mostly about the characters and intricate plot, but it was a smaller picture of him with a skinny blonde that caught my attention.
"Sullivan Masters and co-star, Scarlet Nix, of the upcoming flick ‘Beautiful Lies’ do promotion in New York. Sources claim the two share more than acting together, and it looks to be the start of a hot romance."
